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(Supercar roaring)

(Supercar whizzing)

(Supercar roars)

(Supercar whizzing)

(Supercar whooshing)

(water splashing)

(water bubbling)

(water sloshing)

(exhaust hissing)

(Supercar whizzing)

(Supercar roars)

(engine blasts)

(gentle suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- [Masterspy] Well, friend Zarin,

and what do you think of that?

- [Zarin] What does it say?

- Be assured, my stupid friend,

it does not say, "This side up."

No, this has been sent by
our Mesopotamian contacts,

that we may find the lost talisman

of Sargon the Sumerian.

- Uh, he will pay well, this Sargon?

- Alas, friend Zarin,

Sargon has been dead for many centuries.

- Then who will make it worth our while?

- One Mustapha Bey.

He it is who knows where
the talisman is hidden.

Here at Ka Kubal,

in the burial temple of Sargon himself,

there lies somewhere the famous talisman

carved from one single, priceless emerald,

and reputed to confer absolute
power on its possessor.

That power is what Mustapha Bey seeks.

And the cuneiform inscription

tells the exact spot to look.

- But why cannot he translate
the inscription himself?

- Because the ignorant
fool cannot read cuneiform.

- Can you?

- A blunt question, friend Zarin.

And the answer is no.

But | know where to find one who can,

at a certain desert laboratory.

A certain Dr. Beaker.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Reassemble filter cover, uh-huh.

Replace cowling, and screw home, okay.

- That's right, Mike,
but sink them right down.

Otherwise they'll have a
frictional effect at high speed.

- | get ya.

There's sure a lot to remember, though.

It's like going back to school.

- Well, you never know

when you may need to do emergency repairs,

and you won't have the plans to help you.

- Ah, don't worry,
Professor, I'll remember.

Hey, it looks like we've got a visitor.

(elevator door whirring)

(playful cheery music)

- Ha! Oh, Jimmy, it's you.

- | saw the mailman from my window.

There's a letter for Dr. Beaker.

- Uh, Dr. Julius Meternick.

Hmm, uh, strange, Jimmy.

Dr. Meternick wants me to help
him find out about a tablet.

| should have thought that
was a job for a druggist.

- Does it say what kinda tablet?

- Hmm, ah yes.

And you're absolutely right.

It's a clay tablet with
a cuneiform inscription.

He wants to bring it out
here for me to decipher.

Well, of course, | should be happy to help

if | wasn't so busy, but, um-

- What are you busy on at the moment?

- Uh, yes, well, uh, true, it is, um, ah,

more important to me personally,

uh, than humanity at large.

It's a hair tonic, actually.

(liquid bubbling)

(flask clanks)

(Mitch screeches)

(Mitch grunting)

- [Jimmy] Mitch!

- Well, at least it was a hair tonic.

(Mitch groans)

| wonder whether it would
have had the same action

on my scalp?

- Well, I'm not so sure about that.

| don't know that | like the idea.

Was it prudent to invite him out here?

- Perhaps more practical than prudent.

To travel to the University of California

would've been an arduous waste of time.

And in any case, all my, um, uh, um,

uh, reference books are here.

- But the security risk-

- Need not exist, my dear Professor.

| shall conduct the interview
in my own laboratory,

to which Dr. Meternick may
have access by the outer door.

- Okay, | figure | know
this gizmo inside out.

Do you wanna test me, teacher?

- Of course, Mike.

So long as you keep Dr. Meternick

away from the security area, Beaker.

- Do not worry, Professor.

As one who sounds, um, uh,

um, uh, uh, completely wrapped
up in his own line of study,

| cannot think he will be
interested in our work.

(vehicle rumbling)

- Only a few more minutes,

and then you shall yield your secret

to one who knows how to use it.

(contemplative music)

- Interesting, most interesting.

The edges of these, uh,
wedge-shaped depressions,

curiously sharp and well-defined.

One would say that the, um, hmm, uh,

uh, scribe, uh, looked after his tools.

Where did you say that this
was found, uh, Dr. Meternick?

- | didn't.

- It would assist classification to know.

- Well, uh, | do not know precisely.

We are excavating several sites

in the Mesopotamia district.

- Ah, that would be
the Symons' expedition.

- It would?

|, | mean, (chuckles) yes, of course.

- Dear old Stubby Symons.

He never was, hmm, um, uh,

much good at deciphering cuneiform.

Uh, though in all modesty,

1, | must admit it is not easy.

They did it with the flattened
end of a stick, you know.

Pressing the corner into the clay at,

ah, hmm, various angles.

- Oh, yes, yes, but but what does it say?

- Well, hmm, uh,

it is, uh, rather in the
nature of an obscure quotation.

Uh, let me see.

"In his," uh, "mouth."

Yes, yes that would be it.

"In his mouth was the,"

uh, two vertical and three to the side,

of course,

"In his mouth was the door to,"

hmm, hmm, | wonder.

- The door to what? Quick.

- Patience, patience, | beg you.

After all, this was inscribed
many, many centuries ago.

It takes time to unravel time. (laughs)

- Please, this is most urgent.

- Very well.

Hmm, knowledge, could it be? No.

Wisdom! Yes.

| think that would be
the rough translation.

"In his mouth was the door

to all wisdom, all power."

Well, Doctor. Uh, Doctor?

(foreboding music)

Uh, uh, Dr. Meternick?

(door slams)

That's curious, most curious,

to be in so great a hurry as
to leave the tablet behind.

Hmm. Oh well, | can always
return it to Professor Symons.

(vehicle rumbling)

(Masterspy laughing)

- "In his mouth was the door

to all wisdom, all power." (laughs)

(Zarin snores)

- Wha, wha, wha, where, where am |?

- Awakening from slumber.

It's slumber which has engulfed you

continually these last three days,

Whereas I, Masterspy, have
ambition to drive me on.

- Are, uh, are we already there?

- The camp of Mustapha Bey
lies a few kilometres hence.

Not far from the temple we seek.

- Ah, well, alas,

| can only say, um, who's a fool?

And the answer appears to be me.

- | don't get it.

What's gone wrong?

- Well, | sent that tablet
back to Professor Symons,

and he knew nothing about it.

Furthermore the, um, uh, um,

uh, Mesopotamian excavations

are not due to start
for another two months.

- Then this Dr. Meternick is an impostor.

- More than that | fear.

At the time | was too
engrossed in the tablet

to study his face,

but on reflection,

| think he may have been Masterspy.

(ominous music)

- It is regretted, oh, Mustapha Bey,

that | have found no one to decipher

your most excellent tablet.

- Wretched dog.

Would you come here to report failure?

- Not total failure, Great One.

But were we to examine
the temple ourselves,

my friend here is an accomplished thief

and breaker in to secret places.

- You would not attempt
to deceive Mustapha Bey

on whom the sun rises?

- But no, surely.

- Wait, | will ponder the matter.

- The secret is ours, friend Zarin,

and all power that it
promises will be ours too.

- But how, Masterspy? (whimpers)

We are surrounded by Mustapha's men.

- True, my friend.

But when we have the talisman of Sargon,

they will obey me.

His land shall be my land,

and | feel in my bones

that his land is rich with untapped oil.

- So be it.

You shall go to the temple at Ka Kubal.

But if you do not return

within one journeying of the
moon across the night sky,

my men shall bring you back to me

for the slow torture.

- Even so, great one,
we return at sunrise.

- Yeah, but what's a guy like Masterspy

doing around a temple?

- To hazard a guess,

he is close to finding the
legendary talisman of Sargon,

which in his hands would
be lost to history, | fear.

- We cannot allow this.

- Are you thinking what
I'm thinking, Professor?

- He has three days' start.

Only Supercar can overtake him.

- Then what are we waiting for?

(jubilant adventurous music)

- Sorry, Mitch.

You gotta stay behind this time.

(Mitch sobbing)

I'm only going 'cause
they promised me a trip.

Now you be good while I'm gone, okay?

(Mitch screeching)

(Mitch grunting)

- All set, Jimmy?

- Yeah, gee, | sure am excited.

- Better climb aboard then.

(Mitch grunting)

- Ready to charge engines?

- [Mike] Ready, Professor.

- Charging port engine.

- 5,000, 7,000.
(engine revving)

9,000, 11,000,

13,000, 14,000,

15,000.

- Interlock on. Ready to fire.

- Ready it is. Fire one.

(engine blasting)

- Charging starboard.

- 6,000, 9,000,
(engine revving)

13,000, 15,000.

- Interlock on.

- Fire two.

(engine blasting)

- Fine. Roof doors opening.

(switch clicks)

(roof doors whirring)

(sweeping airy music)

Off you go then.

And good luck.

(switch clicks)

(Supercar whirring)

(Supercar whooshing)

(gentle apprehensive music)

- So we are here

within but a few feet of our goal.

- | do not like it, Masterspy,

robbing the dead. (groans)

It gives me the shivers.

- But rewarding shivers, friend Zarin.

Now, how did it go?

"In his mouth

was the door to all wisdom,

all power."

- Pilot to console.

We're nearing target area, Professor.

- Console to pilot, fine Mike.

You've made good time.

Crew all right?

- Yep, Dr. Beaker can't
wait to see the tomb

and | can't wait to see Masterspy.

| reckon Jimmy's got
bored with flying already.

He's gone to sleep.

(Professor chuckles)

- Well, it's past his bedtime.

- We're pretty close now.

I'll switch on video-plan.

(monitor crackling)

(sonar beeping)

(monitor crackling)

- Fine, Mike.

| have your position.

Estimate landing two minutes from now.

Looks as if there's a suitable gully.

Reference 3815,

about 2,000 yards from the temple.

- Roger. Looks just right, too.

Hang onto your hat, Doc.

We're going down any minute.

(Supercar whizzing)

- [Masterspy] There, you see?

At the bottom.

- The, the talisman.

(Supercar whizzing)

Wait, Masterspy.

Uh, do you hear something?

- Bah! That is nothing.

The desert wind, that is all.

A trick of acoustics.

- Okay, Professor, we're down,

and all present and accounted for.

(Mitch grunting)

(Mitch screeching)

- [Mitch] Eek.

- Yeah, that's funny.

Did | hear Mitch's voice?

- Uh, no. He's nowhere around here.

Are you sure you heard him?

- Yeah, plain as...

(playful music)

Oh no. He's here.

He must've stowed away.

Well, nothing to do but take him

along with us, | guess.

Can't leave him here to
mess up the controls.

Anyway, | better sign off now.

- All right, Mike, but be careful.

Masterspy may have anything up his sleeve.

- At last | have it.

So much for your superstitions

about robbing the dead, friend Zarin.

- But we have angered them. (whimpers)

| hear voices.

- [Mike] Down here! Quick!

- That is a living voice, you fool!

Behind the statue, hurry.

(gentle tense music)

- They must be here.

- Quite right, Mike Mercury.

And now we leave you.

And with the talisman in my possession,

| shall wrest the power of Mustapha Bey.

(slab grating)

While you, my friends,

rest forever

in the tomb of Sargon.

(slab thuds)

(gentle apprehensive music)

- It's pretty bare, isn't it?

| thought these guys were buried

with all their worldly possessions.

- Uh, not Sargon the Sumerian.

He maintained that all the wealth

he needed was his talisman.

A pity really.

- Yeah, look where it's landed us.

- Gee, this place scares me.

- You're not sorry you
came, are you Jimmy?

- No, sir.

It's just, well, I'm not
usually afraid of the dark,

but this isn't the usual kinda dark.

- That's okay, Jimmy.

| guess it's only human to feel that way.

It gives me the creeps too.

- Well, it certainly is an experience

to be um, hmm, locked in with history.

- Oh fine, if we had the
key to get out again.

- Oh, we'll find one.

I'm sure of that.

- Yeah, but when?

- Well, um...

- Hey, hey, where's Mitch?

- Didn't he come down with us?

- Strange, | could have sworn that he did.

- Oh, gee.

He must've got left upstairs.

(Mitch grunting)

You don't suppose
Masterspy would harm him?

- Not a chance.

That guy's too busy making his getaway.

(vehicle rumbling)

- But Masterspy,

you're surely not going
back to Mustapha Bey?

- And why not?

If we proceed to oil drilling,

we wish to do it undisturbed.

Therefore we must dispose of Mustapha Bey.

- What are we gonna do, Mike?

- | don't know, Jimmy.

These walls are solid rock.

If we had any way of
calling up the Professor,

maybe he could put Supercar on remote

and bulldoze through a wall to get us.

- Then we're stuck here for good?

- Ah, don't give up hope, Jimmy.

- Curious, most curious.

- What is?

- The cuneiform inscription here.

It's the exact copy of that on the tablet.

- Oh, for Pete's sake, Doc.

Here we are in an all-time mess,

and all you're concerned with
is the writing on the wall.

- Well?

- The writing on the wall.

That's another word for fate, isn't it?

- You may well be right,

um, but in a different sense.

It may be our fate to escape from here.

Uh, uh, come and look at this.

Uh, the inscription reads as before,

"In his mouth was the door to all wisdom,

all power."

But beneath, feel the draught?

There's a small hole.

- Yeah, but what does it do?

- Well, it is my, um, uh,

um, uh, surmise,

that this gives the
inscription a double meaning.

That in fact,

this is the low end of a speaking tube

connecting the mouth of Sargon's effigy

on the slab above.

So a priest down here could,

um, utter prophecies on Sargon's behalf,

put the very words into his
mouth, as it were. (laughs)

- So where does that get us?

- Why, out of course. Watch.

- What's he up to?

- Search me.

- Uh, Mitch!

(voice echoing)
(Mitch squealing)

Mm, Mitch! Mitch!

Mitch, Mitch!
(Mitch squealing)

(Mitch grunting)

Mitch! Mitch!

(Mitch squealing)

(Mitch grunting)

Uh, Mitch!

(voice echoing)

Mitch! Mitch!

(Mitch squealing)

(Mitch grunting)

- You're probably scaring the pants

off him yelling like that.

- Let me try.

- Mitch!

(voice echoing)

(Mitch squealing)

Mitch! Mitchy!

(Mitch squealing)

He's there. He's heard.

- Right. Now you keep calm, Jimmy.

What | want you to do now

is to keep calling him softly

to arouse his curiosity.

- Mitch. Mitch.

Mitch.
- But what can Mitch do?

- Mitch.
- Remember the other meaning

of the inscription?

- Mitch.
- Which led Masterspy

down here?

- Mitch.
- "In his mouth

was the door."
- Mitch.

- "And that door | am...

- Mitch.
- Hmm, uh, hoping.

- Mitch.
- Uh, that Mitch

will find.

- [Jimmy] Mitch.

(voice echoing)

(Mitch squealing)

(Mitch grunting)

Mitch.

(voice echoing)
(Mitch squealing)

Mitchy.

(voice echoing)

(Mitch squeals)
(slab grinding)

(Mitch grunting)

- Satisfactory, ah,

most, most satisfactory.

Now, if you don't mind, uh, waiting around

while | just make some
notes on these inscriptions?

- No time for that, Doc.

We've gotta get after Masterspy.

(Mitch squealing)

- [Jimmy] Gee-whiz, Mike.

There must've been a sandstorm

while we were down in that tomb.

- Yeah, it looks like it, Jimmy.

We shouldn't have been in
such an all-fired hurry

to get after Masterspy when we landed.

(Professor snoring)

Well, all aboard?

- [Jimmy] Yeah, I've
put Mitch in the back.

- Control to Supercar.

Console to pilot.

Console to pilot. (grunts) Mike?

Mike, is that you?

What happened?

I've been calling you all night.

- Pilot to console.

Hello, Professor.

We got held up.

I'll tell you about it as we go.

Right now we gotta get Masterspy.

- That appears to be, um, uh, uh, duh,

a good deal of sand, uh,
piled around the jets, Mike.

- | don't reckon that's our main worry.

The blast should clear it,

unless the sand's blown right inside.

It's the air intakes that worry me.

- Are you in trouble, Mike?

- I'm a bit worried about
the intakes, Professor.

If they're choked with
sand we'll overheat.

But let's try her.

- Well, take it easy.

- Roger. So far, so good.

Charging two.

(switch clicks)

(engine revving)

Right, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Fire one!

(switch clicks)

(engines blasting)

- |, uh, | can,

| can smell something, Mike.

(engine whizzing)

(switch clicks)

- How long do you reckon it'll take, Mike?

- To clear the intake filters you mean?

20 minutes or so.

That's if none of us stand around talking.

- Well, this is where your
lesson came in handy, Mike.

- Well, that's it.

No wonder she overheated.

Jimmy get a rag,

and Doctor Beaker, drain a little fuel

from one of the tanks.

Then we can get her clean.

(Supercar whizzing)

(bright expectant music)

- Wretched dog
(gentle tense music)

of a perfidious infidel.

You dare to double cross me, Mustapha Bey,

on to whom the sun-

- On whom the sun will never rise again.

You are finished, friend Mustapha.

- Ha! | think not.

| have but to beat the gong

and my men will-

- My men now.

| have the talisman,

and therefore the power.

- We shall see.

(Supercar whizzing)

By the beard of the
prophet, what was that?

- That cursed sound.

They have escaped. Quick!

- You're not going anywhere,

at least not with the talisman.

(bright cheery music)

You know, Professor,

that thing must be thousands of years old.

| wonder if it really did
give old Sargon power.

- If people thought it did,

then it probably did.

- And if it hadn't been
for Mitch stowing away,

we could've all been killed.

- That is, |, | suppose
substantially true.

But then, a monkey is, um, uh,

um, not as interested

in jewels as we are.

- [All] Mitch!

(Mitch squealing)

(Mitch grunting)

- [Mike] Mitch!

- [Professor] Mitch, come down here.

- [Jimmy] Mitch.

(Mitch grunting)

(Supercar whirring)

(Supercar roaring)

(Supercar whooshing)

(happy jubilant music)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ With beauty and grace I

f As swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

¢ It travels in space f

Or under the sea f
(water splashing)

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

~ Supercar J
(water bubbling)

~ It travels on land f

~ Or roams the skies

~ Through the heaven's stormy rage I

f It's Mercury manned f

¢ And everyone cries S

f It's the marvel of the age I
(Supercar whooshing)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

- [Presenter] Supercar!

(rockets booming)